Remembering

 

 

 

 

Every travel is a grounding ritual to shed and regrow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remembering is the huge rain tree at our school,

its numerous leaves of people and events, a whirlpool 

to fathom; yet it is heaven to sit under its shade, so cool,

and is homecoming. That the love still exists, you know;

after every storm, rain, drought and winter, you know

you are that love and memory walking, doing, resting

and sleeping, day and night. The tree in our school,

 don’t know if it is still there or not, but it is here like a flow,

a flow  in your existence, everything that was, mellowing,

every person there was, is, the shade, the home—you.

Like the Beatles, my song flows, I love you more!

Nothing to give, nothing to take, let December jingle joy

to usher in a January that is no more a separation, war,

pollution, greed and ego, but a huge rain tree of joy

and homecoming.

 written for :- What's Going On?